Tuesday, September 30, 2008

words...

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.It's the same when love comes to an end,Or the marriage fails and people sayThey knew it was a mistake, that everybodysaid it would never work. That she wasold enough to know better. But anythingWorth doing is worth doing badly.Like being there by that summer oceanOn the other side of the island whileLove was fading out of her, the starsburning so extravagantly those nights thatanyone could tell you they would never last.Every morning she was asleep in my bedlike a visitation, the gentleness in herlike antelope standing in the dawn mist.Each afternoon I watched her coming backThrough the hot stony field after swimming,the sea light behind her and the huge skyon the other side of that. Listened to her while we ate lunch. How can they saythe marriage failed? Like people whoCame back from Provence (when it was Provence)And said it was pretty but the food was greasy.I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,but just coming to the end of his triumph.

special love to jack gilbert for his words...and the BFF for sharing them with me...